My favorite thing to do is walk. I know this may make me sound incredibly dull and I accept this, but it is just who I am. I don’t like amusement parks or going to the beach, nor any thrill-seeking activities, for no part of me has ever been allured by the prospect of skydiving. For me, the greatest joy is to be able to walk, preferably in a familiar place where I don’t have to get fixated on directions, but rather on music, a notebook, and no time constraints. Ideally it will be around sixty-six degrees and overcast, but I am accustomed to adapting. After all, I am from Buffalo. I have spent countless hours of my life playing out this routine since around age thirteen, when I was first allowed to wander my neighborhood on my own. Walking has been perhaps the most stabilizing activity throughout my development, just sitting among trees and watching how the grass bends. I would refer to this practice as a “depression walk” in my high school years, since it was the only thing that seemed to soothe the rage I did not know how to contain, and so I would go on walks daily.
Killed With Delight
Killed With Delight
Killed With Delight
My favorite thing to do is walk. I know this may make me sound incredibly dull and I accept this, but it is just who I am. I don’t like amusement parks or going to the beach, nor any thrill-seeking activities, for no part of me has ever been allured by the prospect of skydiving. For me, the greatest joy is to be able to walk, preferably in a familiar place where I don’t have to get fixated on directions, but rather on music, a notebook, and no time constraints. Ideally it will be around sixty-six degrees and overcast, but I am accustomed to adapting. After all, I am from Buffalo. I have spent countless hours of my life playing out this routine since around age thirteen, when I was first allowed to wander my neighborhood on my own. Walking has been perhaps the most stabilizing activity throughout my development, just sitting among trees and watching how the grass bends. I would refer to this practice as a “depression walk” in my high school years, since it was the only thing that seemed to soothe the rage I did not know how to contain, and so I would go on walks daily.